Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Sun-Fire Intimacy

I sit waiting for Obit or eating grapes wondering about glabrous souls. So addicted to kef, or breathless a Sunday dinner, while waxing the table before brunch.

                                                            To climb into skeletons, or to feel undeveloped, while Love is nurturing a kitten.

Those tattletales those remarkable brains while reading a thump appears.

                                                            So diaphanous or so kitsch or permanent literature. Where a woman dies a fukking nightmare while eating mice in a padded room.

                        I have undressed a cutie this small fruit but its core is empty.
                        Such filaments in you, while dreary in skinless sun to abort this ship in deserts.

I admire unlit fury or uncaged talent while feeling isolated; this river those tides or lightly decimated. While deaths are talents where talents are receiving or receiving means indebted; this untalkative bush this cave with pictures or this sky-camera.

                                    By page six I was dazzled by page twenty I was favor and by page forty I paused. Such a battle this remedy in mania while flippant an excuse. This cure as carried.

So much normality this lie to sunshine or this tiny crocodile; after freshwater havens, or finding liquid memories, while pash drips into embarrassments.

                                                            Sewn filmy moons or phantoms blighted where nature is unthreaded. This grackle publicized this lemur in his closet or those ghosts so many years gunning.                                         To rehearse indifference or to try so hard but hell it hurts so good.

Spacing our realities               or undergirding our elegies                 while mother rewrote her infant’s obituary; this tyrannical eulogy          such mayfly inspiration           while hope is a scream splattered across             watermelon concrete.

If but to agenda a curse, so nervous the sound, while running from neighbors; or mental zombies or cured surprises where Angst was so intimate it damn near killed science.

I was relocated or fury into visions while our living quarters have an alligator; this friend of my elephant, or this cousin of my gorilla,
or this perpendicular affection. So found at summits,
or dropping by abyss, petting a baby cub. Our fierce obtrusion
or this calming aura, so famous for apathy; or intimate
distraction, to curse or cut, while suffering dystopia; those wild ceilings, this fertile melancholia, while sensing something like dearness: those majestic cries, those tender deaths, our sun-fire!      

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...